Ayy, go, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah

(420 Tiesto)

Ayy, bum-ba-dum-bum-bum, ayy

Ayy

(Well, that's real good to hear, kid)

Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm back in beast mode

All black with the pea coat

Nah, these ain't them dust heads, but I got me some McQueens on

I need a bad bitch and a shoulder I can lean on

I'ma get mad when I find out that my lean gone

I'm so lil' Seven with this Ingle' lingo

Hit three bitches in a row, call me bingo

I'm so paid in full, Money Mitch, not no Rico

You want that old Rucci, well, shit, here he go

Ayy, I could fuck your bitch right now if I want to

Slide through your shit with that— shh, what you gon' do?

Bust down, bling, blaow, bitch, that's my whole crew

****, you can't hang with the gang if we don't know you

I knew I was gon' be rich, bitch, I told you

You ain't stayed down, bitch, that's on you

Cop a whip, post it on the 'Gram just to show you

That I'm fuckin' over you, like, really fuckin' over you

You see my name on billboard, bitch, yeah, that's him

Big black truck, me, Don Don, and Joe Bean

We be outside lookin' for smoke like a dope fiend

Cocaine mink, let me show you what I mean

Keep my name out your mouth if you ain't suckin' on this dick

You ain't know what you know now, bitch, I been running shit

And I'm sick with a hammer, bitch, I'm too legit to quit

Ayy, hit 'em with that— ah-ah, hit 'em with that shit

I could fuck on your bitch right now if I want to

Slide through your shit with that— shh, what you gon' do?

Bust down, bling, blaow, bitch, that's my whole crew

****, you can't hang with the gang if we don't know you